"The Real Thing" ★★★½

If you thought Carrie Coon was sweet and simple, you haven't seen "The Real Thing." In director Michael Halberstam's smart, stimulating and sometimes beguiling production of the 1982 Tom Stoppard play, set among London's arty set and their crisis-strewn love lives, this remarkable young actress forges a dangerously desirable young woman - one whom a man can never be sure won't one day get up and leave. Whether this improves, or fatally wounds, one's love life is one of the many topics under debate in this ripe-for-revival play that has lost none of its currency, nor its intellectual and sexual charge.

If you thought Carrie Coon was sweet and simple, you haven't seen "The Real Thing." In director Michael Halberstam's smart, stimulating and sometimes beguiling production of the 1982 Tom Stoppard play, set among London's arty set and their crisis-strewn love lives, this remarkable young actress forges a dangerously desirable young woman - one whom a man can never be sure won't one day get up and leave. Whether this improves, or fatally wounds, one's love life is one of the many topics under debate in this ripe-for-revival play that has lost none of its currency, nor its intellectual and sexual charge.

If you thought Carrie Coon was sweet and simple, you haven't seen "The Real Thing." In director Michael Halberstam's smart, stimulating and sometimes beguiling production of the 1982 Tom Stoppard play, set among London's arty set and their crisis-strewn love lives, this remarkable young actress forges a dangerously desirable young woman - one whom a man can never be sure won't one day get up and leave. Whether this improves, or fatally wounds, one's love life is one of the many topics under debate in this ripe-for-revival play that has lost none of its currency, nor its intellectual and sexual charge.